How many times have I asked this question?
In the past week alone…?
When will I graduate…?
When will I be able to start my career?
When will this transition be over?
When will I meet “him”?
When will I actually start living how I say I want to live?
When will I finally be a “grown up”? (Then again, do I really want to be…)
Those who have read previous posts know that I’ve referred to myself as a perfectionist, and that my anxiety hinges on this need for things to just fall into place.
I get so caught up, sometimes, asking when, that I get derailed from actually making things happen.
I forget that I have the power to set things in motion, simply by doing.
That life I want for myself? Sure, I can’t make a “him” appear for myself, but I can begin (or continue) to work on other aspects of that life: career, family, friendships, spirituality.
That me that I want to be? God is shaping me into that, and the process goes a lot smoother when I submit to the hand of the potter.
So, when?
I don’t know, but I’m starting to really just enjoy the journey on the way there.
Author Candice Jenee’ 